BRIEF STORM
Downcast eyes,
golden thighs.
One heart flies,
another cries.
Emotions rise,
mere words no one buys,
or worse than those, white lies.
So many tries,
elusive prize.
Then anger dies,
yells turn into sighs!
Love fits just one size,
bond that breaks all ties,
under gray October skies,
amidst the scent of apple pies.
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mindbringer, 18 October 2010
